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"
My
poor
baby
.
My
poor
baby
.
"
And
,
after
a
long
interval
:
"
Oh
,
Scarlett
,
you
must
n't
stay
here
.
You
must
go
and
take
Wade
.
"
What
Melanie
said
was
no
more
than
Scarlett
had
been
thinking
but
hearing
it
put
into
words
infuriated
her
,
shamed
her
as
if
her
secret
cowardice
was
written
plainly
in
her
face
.
"
Do
n't
be
a
goose
.
I
'm
not
afraid
.
You
know
I
wo
n't
leave
you
.
"
"
You
might
as
well
.
I
'm
going
to
die
.
"
And
she
began
moaning
again
.
Scarlett
came
down
the
dark
stairs
slowly
,
like
an
old
woman
,
feeling
her
way
,
clinging
to
the
banisters
lest
she
fall
.
Her
legs
were
leaden
,
trembling
with
fatigue
and
strain
,
and
she
shivered
with
cold
from
the
clammy
sweat
that
soaked
her
body
.
Feebly
she
made
her
way
onto
the
front
porch
and
sank
down
on
the
top
step
.
She
sprawled
back
against
a
pillar
of
the
porch
and
with
a
shaking
hand
unbuttoned
her
basque
halfway
down
her
bosom
.
The
night
was
drenched
in
warm
soft
darkness
and
she
lay
staring
into
it
,
dull
as
an
ox
.
It
was
all
over
.
Melanie
was
not
dead
and
the
small
baby
boy
who
made
noises
like
a
young
kitten
was
receiving
his
first
bath
at
Prissy
's
hands
.
Melanie
was
asleep
.
How
could
she
sleep
after
that
nightmare
of
screaming
pain
and
ignorant
midwifery
that
hurt
more
than
it
helped
?
Why
was
n't
she
dead
?
Scarlett
knew
that
she
herself
would
have
died
under
such
handling
.
But
when
it
was
over
,
Melanie
had
even
whispered
,
so
weakly
she
had
to
bend
over
her
to
hear
:
"
Thank
you
.
"
And
then
she
had
gone
to
sleep
.
How
could
she
go
to
sleep
?
Scarlett
forgot
that
she
too
had
gone
to
sleep
after
Wade
was
born
.
She
forgot
everything
.
Her
mind
was
a
vacuum
;
the
world
was
a
vacuum
;
there
had
been
no
life
before
this
endless
day
and
there
would
be
none
hereafter
--
only
a
heavily
hot
night
,
only
the
sound
of
her
hoarse
tired
breathing
,
only
the
sweat
trickling
coldly
from
armpit
to
waist
,
from
hip
to
knee
,
clammy
,
sticky
,
chilling
.
She
heard
her
own
breath
pass
from
loud
evenness
to
spasmodic
sobbing
but
her
eyes
were
dry
and
burning
as
though
there
would
never
be
tears
in
them
again
.
Slowly
,
laboriously
,
she
heaved
herself
over
and
pulled
her
heavy
skirts
up
to
her
thighs
.
She
was
warm
and
cold
and
sticky
all
at
the
same
time
and
the
feel
of
the
night
air
on
her
limbs
was
refreshing
.
She
thought
dully
what
Aunt
Pitty
would
say
,
if
she
could
see
her
sprawled
here
on
the
front
porch
with
her
skirts
up
and
her
drawers
showing
,
but
she
did
not
care
.
She
did
not
care
about
anything
.
Time
had
stood
still
.
It
might
be
just
after
twilight
and
it
might
be
midnight
.
She
did
n't
know
or
care
.
She
heard
sounds
of
moving
feet
upstairs
and
thought
"
May
the
Lord
damn
Prissy
,
"
before
her
eyes
closed
and
something
like
sleep
descended
upon
her
.
Then
after
an
indeterminate
dark
interval
,
Prissy
was
beside
her
,
chattering
on
in
a
pleased
way
.
"
We
done
right
good
,
Miss
Scarlett
.
Ah
specs
Maw
couldn
'
a
did
no
better
.
"
